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operatic-music · 7 months
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Thoughts from Schubert himself 🎶💫
Franz Schubert (1797-1828) was an Austrian composer who is widely regarded as one of the most significant figures of the Romantic era in music. He was born in Vienna and showed prodigious musical talent from a young age.
Although he only lived to the age of 31, Schubert's symphonic compositions, including his "Unfinished Symphony" and "Great Symphony" (Symphony No. 9), left a significant mark on the development of symphonic music in the 19th century
What's your favorite piece of his?
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Austro-Hungarian operatic singer Laura Hilgermann
Austrian vintage postcard
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mediamuse · 4 months
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musicwebsiteblog · 6 months
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Swordes - Gasoline (demo) released June 7, 2023 via Music Website (@musicwebsiteblog).
"This song is about lust and sin and specifically the machiavellian ways people will fuel their hunger for it, without regard for others. I wanted the video to reflect violence and really just “feminine rage” or whatever and it ended up being super cathartic to embody this insane coquette character and run around half naked, covered in fake blood, swinging a crow bar around." -Swordes
Stream it: https://ffm.to/swordes-gasoline.PNJ
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survivalforsingers · 1 year
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There are some interesting discussions happening right now about different vocal techniques. Is there “one true technique?” Does it depend on the singer? Have you find ways to healthily sing in multiple styles and genres? Todays guest list by @lukeonthedailey tackles these very questions! Give it a read. Link below and in bio: https://survivalforsingers.com/what-happened-to-vocal-technique/ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #singer #singers #operasingersofinstagram #operasinger #operaauditions #opera #classical voice #classicalsingers #soprano #countertenor #alto #tenor #baritone #bassbaritone #bass #singvu #vocalperformance #classicalsingers #operasingers #opera #operatic #survivalforsingers #learntosing #singingtips #singingtip #singingtips101 #learningtosing #voicetips #healthysinging #voicelessons #vocalwisdom (at The Atlanta Opera) https://www.instagram.com/p/CosSdFhuaMf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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juniperberryandbrew · 2 years
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An Opera In My Head
A sea is singing in my head. I hear its arias ebbing and flowing as they reach for a tale that doesn't know where it is going. A warble in my ear tells me I can't give up on this story yet. Applause is on the track if I promise not to pause or skip it. A bet is made between the tune and me. I can't give in until the chorus starts, but I see they aren't in attendance. I wonder if they know it's today that the overture begins. It's every day. A rippling of the strings lulls my thoughts into a quiet peace and they offer me a brief rest from the cacophony their orchestra brought. This piece has months 'til its debut but they still push on, each day a climb to the top of the score and back to the end again. Its title song is a loop in my mind. Caught out of time. I wait for the director, the producer, my manager to call death on the rehearsal and finally perform to someone other than myself. Is it still not done, this music of the disquieted brain? The break is over, I hear them crawling back into my skull, their instruments echoing as they scramble to the seats. It's not a symphony, not until they mould into one another. They will, given time. My time. I can't afford for them to wait. This melody is aching inside, pounding against the walls of my Skull. her voice clawing against my own. There’s no escaping from the constant refrain. There's music carved into the bone. 
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carrickbender · 1 year
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Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say
#solstice
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scotianostra · 2 years
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The Scottish singer Kenneth McKellar was born on June 23rd 1927 in Paisley.
McKellar’s father owned a grocery shop, although there were no musicians in the family, Kenneth’s father and uncles sang in the High Kirk and his parents would often listen to opera on the gramophone. Kenneth was soon entertaining family friends by impersonating his favourite singers. But his greatest pleasure in his early years was exploring the Scottish Highlands. The depletion of Scotland’s forest reserves during the World War II left him with a burning desire to help restore them, and after leaving the John Neilson school, Paisley, he took a Science degree from Aberdeen University and joined the Scottish Forestry Commission. Over the next two years he took part in a research and survey programme on the woodlands of the British Isles, travelling by horseback up and down the Scottish countryside.
At university, Kenneth McKellar had joined the student choir. The university’s director of music was so impressed that he gave him lessons, and McKellar went on to sing solo roles with the university choir. An audition with the Carl Rosa Opera Company landed him, to his surprise, a job as a principal tenor. During this time McKellar made some recordings for Decca, including a disc of Handel arias, and “The Messiah” (with Joan Sutherland) that is still one of the sought-after renditions of Handel’s masterpiece.
Giving up opera after 1954, he concentrated on popular and standard Scottish works. (There was to be one return to his old medium when, in 1965, Benjamin Britten talked him into performing “The Beggar’s Opera” at Aldeburgh and in Paris). A regular on Scottish radio and television, he became well known to English viewers with “The White Heather Club”, a Scots-themed variety show that aired on the BBC from 1958 to 1968. McKellar retired in the late 1990s leaving a legacy of around 35 albums made mostly for Decca, some of which remained available on CD at his death. He died a few days after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, his funeral was in his native Paisley.
I’ve decided to post the comedy song The Midges, written by the man himself, partly because it ties in with my last post on Bannockburn mentioning midges being the reason we won that day is The Bruce let loose Midges on the English!
The midges, the midges, I’m no gonnae kid ye’s, The midges is really the limit, Wi teeth like pirhanas, they drive ye bananas, If ye let them get under yer simmit! The Lord put the Garden of Eden on earth, And it’s north of the Tweed, we believe, Aye, Scotland’s the place, and the whole human race, Started of with MacAdam and Eve! In six days or under, he finished this wonder, Except for the Forth and Tay Bridges, Then always a bloke for a practical joke, He made Scotland the home of the midges! Back in 1314, proud Edward was keen, To take Scotland into his care, But he made a U-turn when he reached Bannockburn, Just a few weeks before Glasgow Fair! The midges let loose by King Robert the Bruce, Straight into the English they tore, So they ran off in tears, and for six hundred long years, They’ve been blocking the A74! Now never forget, when the sun’s going to set, And the midges arise on Loch Eck, Like the vampires you see, played by Christopher Lee, They’ll give you a pain in the neck! You can smack them and whack them; in vain you’ll attack them, They know every move that you make, If you manage to kill yin, another half million, Are ready tae come tae the wake! Now Torquil the piper’s a giant of a man, With a sporran as long as your arm, And in Oban he’s known, for the sound of his drone, And a pibroch of real highland charm! But they’re sighing and sobbing, the ladies of Oban, Torquil is not what he was, Since a midge in Glenbranter, got hold of his chanter, And carried it off in its jaws!
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operatic-music · 6 months
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Creativity is something that is crafted, harnessed and shaped. Creativity in itself doesn't create anything.
Johannes Brahms (1833–1897) was a German composer and pianist of the Romantic era, whose music is celebrated for its depth, richness, and structural complexity. His compositions encompass a wide range of genres, including symphonies, chamber music, piano works, and choral compositions. Brahms was known for his meticulous craftsmanship and adherence to classical forms, earning him a reputation as a successor to Beethoven. His symphonies, particularly the monumental Symphony No. 4, are considered masterpieces, showcasing his mastery of orchestration and emotional depth.
Beyond his musical prowess, Brahms was a private and introspective individual, and his compositions often reflect a profound exploration of human emotions. His legacy endures as his works continue to be integral to the classical repertoire, influencing generations of musicians and listeners alike.
Do you agree with him?
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Austrian operatic soprano Anny Helm on a vintage postcard
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avtger · 10 months
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Autger - Tantric Danse, Macabre Jazz
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farttherapy · 1 year
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So good.......... sigh. Worlds away?
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mattkman · 1 year
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survivalforsingers · 1 year
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Term of the week! . . . . . . . . . #singer #singers #operasingersofinstagram #operasinger #operaauditions #opera #classicalvoice #classicalsingers #soprano #countertenor #alto #tenor #baritone #bassbaritone #bass #singvu #vocalperformance #classicalsingers #operasingers #opera #operatic #survivalforsingers #learntosing #singingtips #singingtip #singingtips101 #learningtosing #voicetips #healthysinging #voicelessons #vocalwisdom https://www.instagram.com/p/CmZ5stdu5PZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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luzng · 1 year
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heybiji · 10 months
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My dungeons and dragons bard's backstory involves her having had a meltdown on stage in front of an audience of aristocrats. See, she thought she heard people laughing and whispering in the crowd—turns out it was one of those ghosts she's been ignoring for years. The sheer embarrassment was enough for her to skip town for a while.
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